Pissed

Pissed and he’s gonna go get em,
Like the fitted don't fit him
And the fifth that he tips never lit him
So let him sip till the spirits within him
Leave him tipsy and spinnin
And he grips the wheel slurring and spittin
till the streets fly toward him with unpredictable rhythm
While he's dozing but that dance is forbidden
And the car kisses concrete
To wrap around a pole that was hidden
And I'm laughing because my soul has just risen
So I can see myself shaking and bleeding  from a hole in my mitten
And a
Hole in my head, so when the paramedics said that they they could save me but I could see me then I’d know that they didn't
And I wonder about my fam and if they know that I'm missing?
And if they know that I miss them?
And that I’d sell my soul off just to hold them and kiss them
But my soul’s not my own because I sold it for wisdom
That I never got to use because I hold on to schisms
And I can hear the siren wail and notice a glow in the distance
I'm trying hard to watch but can only just listen
Until the glow that's still approaching begins to crackle and glisten
So I walk away with my back to the visions
Of my body in a stretcher more than half of me missing
Up the alley leaving gladly to the judge to plea with him
I say I lived a good life
He says that I didn't  
And drops me in thé earth into a bottomless pit and
I feel the darkness cold
And feel somehow
It’s fitting